Snow day. Or ice day. The sky was raining frozen pellets at 6 this morning and school called to say stay home. This is H's last semester of high school. This time next year she'll be watching snow fall outside her college dorm window and deciding for herself if it's safe to hike across campus [...]
We held an election on November fourth. We held an inauguration on January 20. We held a march on January 21. I've had months, weeks, and days to get my little duckling thoughts in a row and I find myself still bewildered. But here's a try. Eight years ago this week, we took the week [...]
A year ago I stood at the scrolled ironwork fence at the edge of the Horseshoe Falls in Niagara Falls, Ontario and took a photo. We were just returning from a trip to visit family in Michigan and, like clockwork, I'd picked up some sort of virus and was sick in a way I hope [...]
So I'm sitting here on a snowy afternoon at the end of December and I have to say I'm not sure what day it is. I think it's Thursday? Between holidays, storms, and school vacation days, it's all become a blur of candlelight, chocolate gelt, wrapping paper, cellophane bags of sweet things I shouldn't be [...]
Resolved: to forego a proper solstice sunrise photo and substitute instead a photo of favorite birch trees. They are as beautiful as any old sun, and throw off their glow all year round. What's not in the picture is the dog, who is a boat in my gaze's current, floating directly in line with wherever [...]
The other day the phrase "time and the flying snow" drifted from the sky onto my computer keyboard as if released from the clouds. But it didn't come from the atmosphere. It was released from my memory. Long memory. The phrase is the title of a book of songs, sheet music by Gordon Bok, a [...]
